Posts Tagged ‘Dreams’

What are your shattered dreams?  I’m assuming we all have one or two or three…we dream about so much when we are children, don’t we? What we will be, what we will look like, what life will look like…and not everything turns out like we pictured – some realities turn out better, there are surprises along the way, and some realities turn out, well, not that great while some pictures never even begin to materialize…  And then our dreams also change and grow as we grow.  Oh but the freedom to dream big dreams! To have a blank canvas ahead and paint wildly and freely…

I know for the little girl in me, dreaming is synonymous with breathing.  That’s why I was so moved by a story I recently read in a newsletter from Le Pelican, a French bakery and school in Kabul, Afghanistan for Hazara children and their mothers.  Jacques and Ariane Hiriart, the founders, wrote about a twelve-year-old little girl being taken from the school and entered into marriage with a man she is not allowed to refuse, in order to strengthen family ties in the Hazara tradition.  One day she is playing and learning and dreaming of a future as a journalist or teacher, and the next she is forced into an adult relationship to spend her life making babies and submitting to her husband’s direction.  How agonizing those tear-filled hugs they described must have been! How hard it must be to know this may still be the fate of the many other little girls now enjoying freedom in their education centers.

But I’m so encouraged by what Jacques and Ariane are doing, how they are quietly instilling hope into the Hazara community of Kabul.  What began as a French bakery and cafe, where they trained young apprentices in the skills of the bakery trade, is now two educational centers where over 200 children and women come to be served lunch, to enjoy recreation and to learn skills and trades.  Their newest project is a tailoring workshop, where the women whose husbands allow them to can learn to sew and be set up with accounts for earning income with their new ability.  The children learn reading, writing and math…and they play.  It’s a safe place for all of them to share secrets and to learn and yes, to dream…to look through a window and see opportunities.

I love how Jacques and Ariane wrote in their newsletter that it’s not forcing ideas into a culture that creates change, it’s providing space and resources to learn empowering skills that can turn windows into doors that future little girls can open…and step into possibilities they have had the freedom to dream about.

If you are moved by the work of Le Pelican and want to read more or contribute to their school, they can be contacted through Global Family.  Following is a one minute dance phrase inspired by the idea of shattered dreams, which I’ve entitled Shattered Glass.  It’s danced by Heidi Brewer to the sound of glass wind chimes in the stairwell of my apartment building.  Enjoy!

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Tonight I experienced a new process – the green screen.  You may remember that two months ago I was so moved by my friend Megan’s artwork, it led me to create a small dance phrase, which I posted on this blog (Writings On My Mind, February 14).  Well, Megan thought we should find a way to super-impose the dance over the art and asked if I was game.

Of course!  However, admittedly my knowledge on the how-to being fairly limited, we sought another’s advice.  Enter Tom Eaton.  Tom is not only a friend of ours, but also an animator with just the skill we needed to bring this vision to reality.

After some minimal preparations, mainly involving Megan acquiring and installing on her studio wall some green fabric, we gathered together to refilm the dance phrase – this time in front of our homemade green screen.  Tom will then “key out” the green and drop in Megan’s artwork, thus giving us our own little  graphic art  video.  Not only was it fun to have an opportunity to rework the movement I had created, but there is also suspense in the anticipation of a brand new creation out of it.

This anticipation reminds me how important it is to stay tuned in to the artistic vision I’ve been given, for nothing enables me to grow and move forward more than focus and intention.  Staying tuned in leads me to find and create new episodes.  I thank my fellow artists Megan, Tom and Jess for this reminder tonight.  Nothing has to be stagnant – new life is ready to be breathed into everything…I just have to tune in.

Ok, so stay tuned for Writings Converged, but for now here is Writings On My Mind – Part 2, the dance phrase filmed in front of our actual green screen, performed by Jessica Anthony.

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Recently I attended an open studio of an artist friend of mine, Megan Prince, to see her new installation piece Writings on the Wall (pictured below).

The piece is impressive and as I did my best to take it in, I couldn’t help but think about the millions of words I perceived to be inside each line of string.  Words I wouldn’t be able to read.  And what if those were the words  I need to make sense out of the threads of emotion which often threaten to overwhelm me and which I always make a futile effort to decipher? Moreover the hundreds of strings of these hidden explanations were overlapped and taught, mirroring to me the sometimes frenzied thoughts I find impossible to separate or articulate.

For me these strings & nails were waves of code installed on the walls of my heart and mind.  What Megan intended the piece to symbolize I have not asked her, for my interpretation was so strong a dance came to me in my dreams that night as I slept:

A lone woman, barefoot & dressed in a white tunic with long, dark hair hanging disheveled around her, performed a phrase inside a spotlight with Writings on the Wall enlarged 20 times behind her…this is what she danced.

Dancer – Jessica Anthony

By Megan Prince

Writings On The Wall, 92x135x1, string and nails


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